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#Little Green Apples - by Bobby Russell
# performed by Bobby Goldsburough
[Am]When I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and s[D7]he says, “Hi[G].
And I st[Am]umble to the breakfast table while the kids are going of[D7]f to[G]
school, goodbye.
And she [G7]reaches out an’ takes my hand squeezes it says, “How you feeling Hon[C]”.
And I lo[Am]ok across at smi[D7]ling lips that w[Am]arm my heart and[D7] see the morning[G] sun.
CHORUS
[G]And if that’s [Am]not lovi[D7]n’ me,[Am] then al[D7]l I’ve[Am] got to [D7]say,
[G]God didn’t make little green apples
[Gma7]and it don’t rain in Indianap’lis in[Am] the summer time[D7].[Am][D7]
[Am]There’s no suc[D7]h thing as Doctor Suess,
[Am]Disneyland and M[D7]other Goose is no nurser[G]y rhyme.
[G]God didn’t make little green apples
[Gma7]and it don’t rain in Indianap’lis in[Am] the summertime.[D7][Am][D7]
[Am]And when myself is feeli[D7]n’ low
[Am]I think about he[D7]r face aglow to ease my [G]mind.
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she’s busy.
And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she’s doin’ and hurries down to meet me and I’m alway late.
But she sits waiting patiently and smile when she first sees me ‘cause
she’s made that way.
CHORUS (fade at the end)
submitted by bevans@austin.cc.tx.us
#Little Green Apples - by Bobby Russell
# performed by Bobby Goldsburough
[Am]When I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and s[D7]he says, “Hi[G].
And I st[Am]umble to the breakfast table while the kids are going of[D7]f to[G]
school, goodbye.
And she [G7]reaches out an’ takes my hand squeezes it says, “How you feeling Hon[C]”.
And I lo[Am]ok across at smi[D7]ling lips that w[Am]arm my heart and[D7] see the morning[G] sun.
CHORUS
[G]And if that’s [Am]not lovi[D7]n’ me,[Am] then al[D7]l I’ve[Am] got to [D7]say,
[G]God didn’t make little green apples
[Gma7]and it don’t rain in Indianap’lis in[Am] the summer time[D7].[Am][D7]
[Am]There’s no suc[D7]h thing as Doctor Suess,
[Am]Disneyland and M[D7]other Goose is no nurser[G]y rhyme.
[G]God didn’t make little green apples
[Gma7]and it don’t rain in Indianap’lis in[Am] the summertime.[D7][Am][D7]
[Am]And when myself is feeli[D7]n’ low
[Am]I think about he[D7]r face aglow to ease my [G]mind.
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she’s busy.
And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she’s doin’ and hurries down to meet me and I’m alway late.
But she sits waiting patiently and smile when she first sees me ‘cause
she’s made that way.
CHORUS (fade at the end)
submitted by bevans@austin.cc.tx.us
